I watched the minutes pass by.
I felt every squeeze and slice.
I heard every spatter.
My heart was in bits just like that.
But I know I had it coming. I waited because I knew that sooner or later, she would just give up.
Not because she no longer loves me.
Not because she doesn’t want to be with me.
Because until now, she’s scared: of love, of life, of me.
I am a pain in the ass.
But then again, we already know that.
Despite such, I’ve made a conscious effort to tone the PITAness down. For her.
I’ve never really made such effort for anybody else. Just for her.
Because in life, we find people to love and people who love us back. They make us happy and we make them happy. But rarely do we find that one person who make us realize that fairy tales were inspired by real life stories and that while getting there would cost an arm and a leg and then some, happy endings MAY come true.
And she’s that. My one great love.
And I lost her.
So yeah… it’s been four hours now and the tears continue to flow.